Waiting at the gate at LAX, a flight to London’s Heathrow.
Dusk was gathering by the time we began to taxi.
Looking north along the Los Angeles coastline.
I enjoy shooting if I get a window & every so often I catch sight of a passing jetliner.
Arriving in the UK. These wind farms are numerous off the coast of Scotland.
At the train station, heading for Wales.
I also like to shoot from train windows. Any windows, actually.
Somewhere along the ride, westbound to Wales.
A young girl sprucing up.
Passing train.
Just after arriving at the Bridgend train station.
The first week there was spent at Caswell Bay, South Wales, in The Mumbles.
A young lass out for a ride in The Mumbles.
Caswell Bay.
Our apartment has a perfect view of the bay, allowing me to sometimes shoot photographs in my underwear.
Looking across the bay toward the port city of Swansea.
In a Mumbles coffee house.
My father-in-law John Trott, looking like a 14-year-old as he was at the Rugby Club, taking in one of the 2015 championship matches.
After the game, Julie walking back to the house with her dad.
Arriving Waterloo Station, London.
Coming out of the tube, walking up into Camden Town, this is the first thing I noticed.
What a total hassle to be so rich and so cute and so well-dressed.
My friend Martin informs me this is a Starling and when with all of his friends, can do aerial ballets. Google it: Starling murmurations.
One of our friends Martin and Julie’s kitty.
Piccadilly, London, all lit up.
I’m a sucker for these sorts of stairwell punctuations. This was the Brasserie Zedel, a cool London restaurant.
Off to New York to visit our daughter, Laura, new to Rockaway in Queens. And she’s very close to JFK.
Rockaway Beach, New York.
Rockaway, New York.
The ‘A’ Train into Manhattan.
Having lunch along the Hudson, visiting with our friends Bob and Linda.
A little closer to the Hudson.
One of many trips underground, London and New York.
Underground, on the way up to the top on an escalator.
The High Line, which is hugely popular.
Taken from the High Line. This will always say ‘Summertime in New York’ to me.
Exiting the High Line around 10th Avenue.
The brand-new Freedom Tower.
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